Discovery

[Viola Jones]

"How many seats does your truck have?" Viola's flat voice comes. The thought of brushing shoulders and ending up in a middle seat because of her less then impressive stature. She'd fucking walk.

Dead eyes turn to Iseult.

On four legs.

She'd much rather be wearing fur right now.

"If you don't have the room. We," head cocking to the Suthar Anzuth. Though those dead and predatory eyes dart to and away from, Kid. "Could met the rest of you there."

[Iseult]

Now that startled the sound of the cadence out of Iseult's ears.

The Rahu with Corpse Eyes wanted to run with her?

Perhaps it was something that she'd said. Perhaps something had gotten through. Or, perhaps it was something beyond words that had gotten through, such as the history and meaning of Tribe and Auspice?

"I'll run with you," Iseult agreed, nodding to Viola, the rhythm of her words normalizing again. "But I'll need to change in the truck before we go. Don't want to leave my clothes lying under a bush."

[Viola Jones]

A single movement of her head. The facsimile of a nod.

"We'll me the rest of you at the tracks." once more her bag's dropped to the grass. It was awkward to side herself into the straps in a wolf shape, but do able, the mass of the bag would rest on her back, with the straps under her middle, leaving the rest of her free to move. Awkward to get used to and the balance needed not to drop it again and again was tricky to find. But again. Do able. Besides. She wasn't leaving her shit with anyone here.

Flint eyes flick and a single brow arches.

"You're shit's not dedicated?" half rhetorical, mind already providing her with tantalizing images of a women like her au natural. By will the images clear. That was a dangerous road trod. "I can dedicate you fucking shit. Gimme your cloths and I'll put 'em in my bag." extra effort to balance, but fuck it.

"We'll still meet up with you at the tracks. It'll just have to be later."